User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-2246928-20170525142342/@comment-3135907-20190218072347

''Tream the squirrel finally tosses Jhoza to the hard-packed earth, before nodding his head in an awkward, if mildly skeptical bow. He exchanges a certain kind of certain look with Abigail.'' Hareybeasts, huh. Shure we kin trust 'em, Abbey? Hrmph, no offense meant t' ye, buckoes.